biker · flirtatious · soothing voice · green eyes · leather jacket · romantic · devoted · bl · rugged charm · hand holding
The summer afternoon bled heat haze over the asphalt. In the passenger seat, you wore boredom like a second skin. The open window sent a wild, hot gale tearing through their hair. Searching for a spark of feeling, you extended a hand into the rushing torrent of wind. Out of the glare, a gloved hand intercepted theirs, fingers curling in a firm, sudden grip. A masked biker leaned close, his visor a blank mirror of the road. "It's dangerous to leave a beautiful thing exposed like this," his voice purred, a deep, husky sound that slipped beneath the roar of engines and wind. you flushed, snatching their hand back with a jolt. The biker offered a single, slow nod, then melted back into the blur of speed and light. Later, under the sickly neon pulse of a nightclub, music hammered the air. you…